July 29, 2025 • 7 mins
Framed for a Bigfoot Crime
A former convict prohibited from using firearms, went bow hunting for deer in Ohio after a heavy snowfall. While tracking a wounded 14-point buck, he followed its trail with his brother-in-law’s bloodhound, Lovebug, until the dog refused to proceed out of fear. Continuing alone, Bobby found where the buck had died, but it was gone, replaced by large, barefoot human-like footprints. He followed these tracks for hours, eventually discovering a thicket with the buck’s remains, surrounded by various-sized footprints and a human skull. Realizing he was in what he believed to be a Bigfoot den, Bobby took a photo, grabbed the buck’s head, and fled after hearing a roar. He reported the findings to authorities, who investigated and found more human remains. Bobby was detained for 12 days without charges, questioned repeatedly by federal agents who insisted he claim a bear took the deer. Eventually, he gave the “correct” answer to secure his release, but his buck’s head was confiscated for hunting violations, and he lost his job. Convinced of Bigfoot’s existence due to the footprints, roar, and scene, Bobby shares his story despite believing the government is covering up the truth.
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A former convict prohibited from using firearms, went bow hunting for deer in Ohio after a heavy snowfall. While tracking a wounded 14-point buck, he followed its trail with his brother-in-law’s bloodhound, Lovebug, until the dog refused to proceed out of fear. Continuing alone, Bobby found where the buck had died, but it was gone, replaced by large, barefoot human-like footprints. He followed these tracks for hours, eventually discovering a thicket with the buck’s remains, surrounded by various-sized footprints and a human skull. Realizing he was in what he believed to be a Bigfoot den, Bobby took a photo, grabbed the buck’s head, and fled after hearing a roar. He reported the findings to authorities, who investigated and found more human remains. Bobby was detained for 12 days without charges, questioned repeatedly by federal agents who insisted he claim a bear took the deer. Eventually, he gave the “correct” answer to secure his release, but his buck’s head was confiscated for hunting violations, and he lost his job. Convinced of Bigfoot’s existence due to the footprints, roar, and scene, Bobby shares his story despite believing the government is covering up the truth.
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Speaker 1 (00:10):
I never thought I would write about Bigfoot or anything
out of this world because until recently I didn't believe
in those things. What happened this year has changed my opinion.
I was just released from jail here in Ohio after
sitting in a cell for twelve days. I was not
charged with anything, but I was held with some sort
(00:32):
of federal mumbo jumbo so they could do an investigation.
In January, we had record snowfall. It's about eleven inches,
and to me, it was a perfect time to take
off and work and go deer hunting. I love hunting
in the snow. Now. I have a couple of felonies
in my past. I spent five years in prison for
(00:55):
beating the shit out of a politician's son who took
advantage of my little sister. And I'm not allowed to
hunt with firearms, let alone own one, so I couldn't
hunt the last day of Muzzloder season. That said, I
do have an awesome Matthew's compound boat, and there was
an explosion of monster bucks in Ohio. To hunt one
(01:18):
snowy Tuesday morning, I layered up and headed for private
property nearer Tar Hollow that I have permission to hunt.
I had been in my stand for over eight hours.
It was about four forty five PM, just before it
started to get dark, when I busted a beautiful fourteen
point monster. I was already looking forward to getting my
(01:41):
picture with this trophy. I let him have a half
hour head start before I started tracking his blood trail
and his tracks, But there was another snowstorm coming in
and the light was fading fast, so I had to
back out. I knew he would be there in the morning.
Even if the he's got to him, I would still
(02:02):
have the mount. The next morning, I drove over to
my brother in law's house and I had him bring
his bloodhound out to follow the blood trail. His dog's
name is love Bug. He was an exceptional scent tracker
for finding and recovering crippled deer well. We got to
my stand around nine thirty that morning, and the dog
(02:23):
instantly took to the deer's trail. We had been following
him for a quarter of a mile past where I
tracked the buck the night before. When love Bug suddenly
refused to go forward, I continued to follow the clues
left on the trail for another half hour. When I
finally found where the buck fell and bled out. But
(02:45):
the buck wasn't there. There were giant tracks in the
snow where some big boy came in and picked the
deer up and walked off with it. Now, this dude
must have been superhuman to be able to pick up
that buck, since even I had to bring a roll
up sled to drag him out. Now this guy must
have simply thrown it over his shoulder and walked away
(03:07):
with it. Well, I was pissed, and I wanted my
deer back, so I started following his tracks. For the
next two hours, I followed those giant barefoot tracks until
they led to a steep hillside and went straight up.
I tried to follow their path, but I couldn't keep
my balance, let alone scaled the slope without falling and
(03:28):
sliding down. I angled to a part of the ridge
that was not very steep and finally got to the
top and back on the trail. And an hour later,
the prince pushed into the massive thicket and there in
the center was my buck, or at least what was
left of him. All I could see was its head
and rib cage. That was the moment that I realized
(03:52):
that I was in a big foot bedroom. All around
the clearing were tracks of all sizes and flatten places
in the snow where they had been sleeping. All I
had with me was my bow, so I turned to
get the hell out of there, but I stepped on
something that rolled under my foot and I fell face
first into the snow. I looked to see what I
(04:15):
had fallen on, and I realized that it was a
human skull. I pulled my phone out, I took a
picture of it, and then opened to find my car
app on my phone and pegged the location. I sprinted
back into the clearing and grabbed my buck's head and
ran as fast as I could through the deep snow.
When I was almost back to my truck, I heard
(04:37):
some sort of roar in the direction of the thicket,
and then I picked up my pace. As soon as
I was in my truck and back on the road,
I called a game warden in the state patrol to
report what I had stumbled on, and then I met
up with them at a local gas station. When all
the authorities were present, I led them to the thicket
(04:57):
and stood by as they started searching and collecting evidence.
They even had a cadaver dog that located additional human
remains under the snow. All I could do was stand
there and be cold, And when I mentioned that my
part was done and I was headed home, they insisted
I remain where I was. It was well into the
(05:19):
night when the group of other individuals arrived and asked
me what I had seen and what I thought had
happened there. Well. When I finished talking, I asked if
I could go home, and they refused, and I decided
I was going home anyway. That might have been my mistake.
One of the newcomers, who was a head taller than me,
looked like a lumberjack. He grabbed me by the arm
(05:41):
and swung me into a tree and handcuffed me. Before
I couldn't so much as grunt. They instructed one of
the local cops to take me to lock up, and
that's how I ended up in jail. Each day I
was visited by two gentlemen from the federal government who
asked me the same questions. Did I see the bear
(06:03):
that took my deer? Did I know where the bear's
den was? When I reminded them that the bears were
in hibernation and it wasn't a bear that took my deer.
They told me wrong answer and they would leave. Now,
I might be a little slow, but it took me
eleven days to figure out the answer they were looking
(06:25):
for was Yes, I saw the bear. It was a
large black bear, but I did not find it's den.
I must have scared it off. The next morning, I
was informed that I was not being charged for the
criminal trespassing. Apparently I had crossed the park's property lines
and crossed over several private properties too. The kick in
(06:47):
the ass was that they kept my buck's head. I
had moved it without calling it in and logging the kill,
and I had not filled out my tag. I had
just lost my job, spent over for a week and
a half in jail, and didn't get to keep my trophy.
So screw the government. I'm telling what I found and saw.
(07:07):
Even though I never saw a large hairy man, I
did see tracks, and I can imagine the size and
strength that it would take to lift a two hundred
pound buck. I saw the strides of these creatures, and
I heard their roar, and I saw the killing field
and all the bones that law enforcement discovered up there.
(07:27):
My heart goes out to the families of those they discovered,
knowing they probably will not even be told. I wish
Steve Lilly were real and available. We could use him
in Ohio, Signed Bobby
I never thought I would write about Bigfoot or anything
out of this world because until recently I didn't believe
in those things. What happened this year has changed my opinion.
I was just released from jail here in Ohio after
sitting in a cell for twelve days. I was not
charged with anything, but I was held with some sort
(00:32):
of federal mumbo jumbo so they could do an investigation.
In January, we had record snowfall. It's about eleven inches,
and to me, it was a perfect time to take
off and work and go deer hunting. I love hunting
in the snow. Now. I have a couple of felonies
in my past. I spent five years in prison for
(00:55):
beating the shit out of a politician's son who took
advantage of my little sister. And I'm not allowed to
hunt with firearms, let alone own one, so I couldn't
hunt the last day of Muzzloder season. That said, I
do have an awesome Matthew's compound boat, and there was
an explosion of monster bucks in Ohio. To hunt one
(01:18):
snowy Tuesday morning, I layered up and headed for private
property nearer Tar Hollow that I have permission to hunt.
I had been in my stand for over eight hours.
It was about four forty five PM, just before it
started to get dark, when I busted a beautiful fourteen
point monster. I was already looking forward to getting my
(01:41):
picture with this trophy. I let him have a half
hour head start before I started tracking his blood trail
and his tracks, But there was another snowstorm coming in
and the light was fading fast, so I had to
back out. I knew he would be there in the morning.
Even if the he's got to him, I would still
(02:02):
have the mount. The next morning, I drove over to
my brother in law's house and I had him bring
his bloodhound out to follow the blood trail. His dog's
name is love Bug. He was an exceptional scent tracker
for finding and recovering crippled deer well. We got to
my stand around nine thirty that morning, and the dog
(02:23):
instantly took to the deer's trail. We had been following
him for a quarter of a mile past where I
tracked the buck the night before. When love Bug suddenly
refused to go forward, I continued to follow the clues
left on the trail for another half hour. When I
finally found where the buck fell and bled out. But
(02:45):
the buck wasn't there. There were giant tracks in the
snow where some big boy came in and picked the
deer up and walked off with it. Now, this dude
must have been superhuman to be able to pick up
that buck, since even I had to bring a roll
up sled to drag him out. Now this guy must
have simply thrown it over his shoulder and walked away
(03:07):
with it. Well, I was pissed, and I wanted my
deer back, so I started following his tracks. For the
next two hours, I followed those giant barefoot tracks until
they led to a steep hillside and went straight up.
I tried to follow their path, but I couldn't keep
my balance, let alone scaled the slope without falling and
(03:28):
sliding down. I angled to a part of the ridge
that was not very steep and finally got to the
top and back on the trail. And an hour later,
the prince pushed into the massive thicket and there in
the center was my buck, or at least what was
left of him. All I could see was its head
and rib cage. That was the moment that I realized
(03:52):
that I was in a big foot bedroom. All around
the clearing were tracks of all sizes and flatten places
in the snow where they had been sleeping. All I
had with me was my bow, so I turned to
get the hell out of there, but I stepped on
something that rolled under my foot and I fell face
first into the snow. I looked to see what I
(04:15):
had fallen on, and I realized that it was a
human skull. I pulled my phone out, I took a
picture of it, and then opened to find my car
app on my phone and pegged the location. I sprinted
back into the clearing and grabbed my buck's head and
ran as fast as I could through the deep snow.
When I was almost back to my truck, I heard
(04:37):
some sort of roar in the direction of the thicket,
and then I picked up my pace. As soon as
I was in my truck and back on the road,
I called a game warden in the state patrol to
report what I had stumbled on, and then I met
up with them at a local gas station. When all
the authorities were present, I led them to the thicket
(04:57):
and stood by as they started searching and collecting evidence.
They even had a cadaver dog that located additional human
remains under the snow. All I could do was stand
there and be cold, And when I mentioned that my
part was done and I was headed home, they insisted
I remain where I was. It was well into the
(05:19):
night when the group of other individuals arrived and asked
me what I had seen and what I thought had
happened there. Well. When I finished talking, I asked if
I could go home, and they refused, and I decided
I was going home anyway. That might have been my mistake.
One of the newcomers, who was a head taller than me,
looked like a lumberjack. He grabbed me by the arm
(05:41):
and swung me into a tree and handcuffed me. Before
I couldn't so much as grunt. They instructed one of
the local cops to take me to lock up, and
that's how I ended up in jail. Each day I
was visited by two gentlemen from the federal government who
asked me the same questions. Did I see the bear
(06:03):
that took my deer? Did I know where the bear's
den was? When I reminded them that the bears were
in hibernation and it wasn't a bear that took my deer.
They told me wrong answer and they would leave. Now,
I might be a little slow, but it took me
eleven days to figure out the answer they were looking
(06:25):
for was Yes, I saw the bear. It was a
large black bear, but I did not find it's den.
I must have scared it off. The next morning, I
was informed that I was not being charged for the
criminal trespassing. Apparently I had crossed the park's property lines
and crossed over several private properties too. The kick in
(06:47):
the ass was that they kept my buck's head. I
had moved it without calling it in and logging the kill,
and I had not filled out my tag. I had
just lost my job, spent over for a week and
a half in jail, and didn't get to keep my trophy.
So screw the government. I'm telling what I found and saw.
(07:07):
Even though I never saw a large hairy man, I
did see tracks, and I can imagine the size and
strength that it would take to lift a two hundred
pound buck. I saw the strides of these creatures, and
I heard their roar, and I saw the killing field
and all the bones that law enforcement discovered up there.
(07:27):
My heart goes out to the families of those they discovered,
knowing they probably will not even be told. I wish
Steve Lilly were real and available. We could use him
in Ohio, Signed Bobby
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